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|  Willow, Gidwyn, Angelica, and anyone else who wants to get hit by Adam. *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by Nymphadoraliz  She blinked at him as if in slow motion. She wasn't sure was he....blind? Hmm, possibly he didn't appear to realize that he was hitting people with that stick. "?thgirla uoy erA" she repeated when he asked her to repeat what she'd said. Oh, was she to be louder? Maybe he was partially deaf too? She hadn't even noticed that her speech was off at all.
Her eyes went to the girl that turned him a bit so he wouldn't knock over refreshments. ”Vhat?” he asked again. ”Ist dat English?” he asked giving up all attempts at understanding. English was a strange, strange language, and his lack of human interaction must have given Adam some set back on the understanding he was having with it. Before an exploding star damaged his eye site, Adam had at least been able to observe body language in his attempts to understand others, now he didn’t even have that.
So forgive the poor semi-blind man, if he was a bit…on-point, with his directiveness. Text Cut: Gidwyn Quote:
Originally Posted by Compootor For an Aussie, Gidwyn had always been rather fond of snow and the cold in general. When he'd heard that his new job at the British Ministry of Magic was going to start with a skiing trip, he was even more excited about it than he already was. What a fantastic idea! Completely ridiculous, but fantastic!
Returning indoors from the cold, he breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth rushed through his cheeks. That's when he smelled it. Cinnamon buns? Merlin's beard, it's like they read his mind. Did they? Naaah.. In any case, before the minute had passed, he was already munching on a bun and slurping on a cup of hot cocoa. He gave polite nods and smiles to everyone within the immediate area, but focused mainly on his delicious treat. Which is perhaps why he was so startled when the chair in front of him got smacked by something and made an uncomfortably loud noise.
He darted his gaze towards Adam and raised an eyebrow. "You alright, mate?" he begrudgingly decided to postpone the next bite of his bun to allow for the chance that he might have to have a conversation within the next few moments. Chunchings and munchings. Yes, Adam was in the right spot for the tasty morsels. Only where were they? His head turned towards Gidwyn who was snacking on something.
Sniff…
Sniff…
He smelt cinnamon. Cinnamon and….coffee?
Adam attempted to shuffle forward, but - Text Cut: Angelica Quote:
Originally Posted by Hey Ju Angelica Kirby did not ski. She also was having none of this mad Minister of Magic of theirs, and it was all a big ridiculous joke in her point of view. How much longer was he going to stay in charge of their government, for crying out loud? Such a waste of time.
She did see the Orientation as part of her job, however, so she was there. It had been a while since she had rolled her eyes so often, but she was there. Maybe she could mingle with some of her colleagues who might find that type of Orientation as insane as their 'leader' and they could complain together.
Making her way to the lounge, the former Ravenclaw sent 'greeting' looks - if there was such a thing - around to those who worked in the same Department as her, and looks that might've been mistaken as judgemental to those who didn't know her. She was just studying the room, not exactly judging anyone. No one should feel offended; if they did, that was too bad.
The woman approached the refreshments table and went to pour some hot tea for herself. While others chatted over the same table, her hand reached for a cup almost in slow motion, as her gaze slowly drifted to the where the milk was. Her other hand slowly but surely reached for it and she immediately resumed making tea with the precision necessary to brew a Draught of the Living Dead.
Before she could finish her perfect brew, she was whacked on the leg not only once, but twice. Turning abruptly, Angelica pursed her lips. "Excuse you." She spat, only then realising the man was using the cane to get around. She placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him away from her rather quickly. Quicker than she was intending, even. Surprised by her... strength (?), the woman momentarily stopped, wondering whether she should apologise. "You were about to hit the refreshments table." That should redeem her, she thought. - was stopped. “Vhat?” he asked, as someone turned him. The hand not holding his black and white cane waved a bit in the air. ”Oh. Sorrysorry! Can'tseevellyouknow.” Adam said in a speed that sounded perfectly find to him, when in actuality, he sounded like a teenager on caffeine. He reached out with his cane.
Tap.
Whack.
Tap..tap.
”Vait…” It took him a moment to realize that the female had turned him away form his goal. He tried turning around again, his cane reaching out as he did so.
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